Time Letra

The grains of sand have slipped away.
I work and work but all is in vain,
All my labor my toil washed by rain,
I look and see it's not only me,
Corruption and distortion throughout all mankind.
I've torin the cloth the edges are frayed,
Only in Christ will I succeed,
Falling into your arms of grace,
Forgiveness found in your gaze.
Time is a precious resource. In the end we'll all run dry,
Where will you be when the sands of time run out?
We must ask ourselves where will we be?